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Da Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience [Clean]

2001

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience

2001

dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,

primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,

Sphinx, 
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids 
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives

Sphinx
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives

Reincremation by Suffocation
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
Cremate the human race
The population has been reduced
A world

before. The emptiness she knew by every inch,
while she travelled through the stargate, onwards to the palace
of her magic spawn.

And when it finally

be distracted by this one, that one
Or other sounds
You can talk that hate but it's
Better to spread that love around
This is just that wisdom I
Give

and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,

Get up off your ass, go and get some cash
Show 'em you mean business (yeah)
Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive
Left the murder

Blood of the Grape
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

It was cotton candy the first time I tried a bite 
Forbidden fruit on the track

lock
A primitive Nigga hit yo ass wit big rock
Stomp  yo ass crushin bones it's the wrecker breaking homes
Put yo ass in catacombs Nigga u is set

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming

Who am I for
Never see them knocking down my door
Apparently ghosted by those who I was vouching for
Allegedly gloated but now the wolves are out in

Heavy is the head, but that's what makes the king royal
Magic herb in a paper, fill it with oil
Let your feet feel the soil
Worried about how everybody

of War
I'm a ground zero Brooklyn carnivore
My opposition signing off
Forefathers, given these 9s from another war
Future primitive, Stargate
Through

“A moment to taste the world”

When ya call my name baby
I feel interior collapse
entranced by your magic
never had a chance
we’re locked in a rhythm

that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up

hunter
I let the fuckin' dogs out and
They're breeding in big numbers
It sorta' irks citizen exes
And vexes check collectors
Hexed by the flex of a messy

Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent

I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold

when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let

Cooking a special wit my nephew, proving there's magic in our blood
Loving to grub on that humble pie, fasting when I brag
Well adapted to the open sky,

horror
Engaged by the shadow goul

Thunder rip heaven asunder
In flicked lightnings if you can behold
The great battle of two titans
in which your dye was